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[Have a Tyki, casually sitting down in a big chair while a very tiny baby screams in his arms. He's attempting to calm it down, while at the same time looking through Devit's pamphlet. Watch Tyki blink at the pamphlet in surprise, watch him shake his head, and watch him sniff himself disdainfully...
...Hey, it never hurts to check. Too bad he smells like milk, talcum powder, and baby. He's not sure if that counts as stinking or not.]
Strippers and dragons? ...How charming. Just what I wanted to deal with today. I guess this means I don't have to help with the next batch. [He looks at the baby, with a mix of gentle fondness and irritation in his expression. He's sure that they'd be far more enjoyable if they weren't so loud.] I'll need to do something about you as well.
[OOC: howbabiesrmade's Tyki.]
...Hey, it never hurts to check. Too bad he smells like milk, talcum powder, and baby. He's not sure if that counts as stinking or not.]
Strippers and dragons? ...How charming. Just what I wanted to deal with today. I guess this means I don't have to help with the next batch. [He looks at the baby, with a mix of gentle fondness and irritation in his expression. He's sure that they'd be far more enjoyable if they weren't so loud.] I'll need to do something about you as well.
[OOC: howbabiesrmade's Tyki.]